Andrea wore a white bra, with delicate lace that framed the cups and a tiny bow in the middle. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, so it should’ve been no big surprise to see her like this now, but it was different. More intimate. Meant more.
I closed the door behind me, breathing heavily¸ as if I’d just run two miles. Unable to pull my gaze from her, I thought I’d probably see nothing more beautiful than right here, right now—seeing her standing there like she was. As much as it killed me, I had to tell that coming to her tonight wasn’t about getting between her legs. “Andrea, I didn’t—”
“Don’t.” Her chest rose with another deep breath, straining the cups. “I don’t think we need to talk.”
“I think we do.” My voice had deepened, turned rougher.
Shaking her head, she walked up to me, each step slow and purposeful. I was rooted where I stood. She stopped when her feet brushed mine. “I don’t remember kissing you before.” Her eyes met mine as she tilted her head back. “And you didn’t kiss me earlier.”
“I didn’t.” I barely recognized my own voice.
Andrea placed her hands on my chest and I felt the fine tremor coursing through them. “I want to remember kissing you.”
Damn. “I want you to remember that too.”
She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my chest. The centers of her cheeks flushed pink. “Will you kiss me now?”
Oh man, I’d really had no intentions of any of this when I’d come up here. I had just wanted to talk to her. To clear the air and put it out there—where I stood when it came to us. But I wasn’t a saint. On a good day I didn’t have much willpower, and right now, my restraint snapped like a rubber band pulled too tight.
One hand landed on her hip, and I curled the other around the nape of her neck, tilting her head back further. I lowered my mouth to hers, and this time—yeah, this was a real kiss.
Her mouth was soft under mine, and when her lips parted there was no lingering taste of liquor on that mouth. Hell no, it was a hundred percent all Andrea and she still tasted sweet. She slipped one hand up to my shoulder, her fingers curling into my shirt as I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth.
She parted her lips, and I delved in. Fuck. Her hot mouth was consuming me. The way she flattened her body against mine was driving me to the edge. And the feel of her warm, bare skin under my hand as I trailed my fingers up the side of her waist was undoing me.
Stretching up on the tips of her toes, she lined up our hips and when she rolled hers against mine, I groaned into the kiss. Like a haze had clouded my thoughts, I was brimming with the need to bring her to pleasure again, to hear those soft cries in my ears and to feel her body break in such a beautiful way once more.
I walked her backward, right up to the bed, and then I guided her down. Cheeks flushed, she stared up at me, her chest rising and falling heavily as she watched me. Reaching around the neck of my shirt, I tugged it over my head and then tossed it behind me.
Andrea’s gaze dipped, and I stood, letting her look her fill. I liked it—fuck, I loved the way she looked at me like she could possibly get off just by staring at me. That was one hell of a boost to the ego right there.
I came to her, planting my knees on either side of her hips and then I slipped my hands along her waist. Lifting her up, I moved her so her legs didn’t dangle off the edge. And then I swallowed her surprised gasp with a kiss as I settled onto my side next to her.
Cupping her cheek with my hand, I turned her face toward me, dragging out the kiss until we both needed to come up for air. “Damn, Andrea, I could live on the taste of your mouth.”
“You’re so full of it,” she whispered, lifting her mouth to mine.
Tightening my grip on her chin, I pulled her mouth from mine. “I’m not full of it.” I smoothed my thumb along her bottom lip. “I’m going to prove it.”
She swallowed. “Then do it.”
One side of my lips kicked up. “Listen to you. All bossy and shit.”
“You’re not proving anything when you’re talking.”
A chuckle rumbled out from me. “Oh, you are so fucking in for it.”
Before she could respond, I claimed her mouth once more, harder and rougher than before, and there was no mistaking that I was claiming her. Our lips mashed together, teeth clinked. I would’ve worried if it weren’t for the way her hand curved around my neck, pulling me down harder.
My pulse pounded throughout me as I slid my hand away from her chin, down the delicate arch of her throat and between her breasts. My hand kept going until I reached the waistband of her jeans. I flicked the button free. Then I reached up, dragging the strap of her bra down on one arm and then the other. As my tongue swirled along hers, I grabbed the center of her bra and yanked it down. She made this lovely little sound that I fucking ate right up.
I was on fire as I lifted my head, breaking the kiss. My gaze dropped. Fuck. Every possible time I’d imagined what her breasts looked like bare did not even compare to the real thing. Her breasts were heavy and perfect, the swells rosy and the tips hard. I ran my thumb over her nipple, wanting to shout when her back arched and a soft whimper parted her lips.
“You’re beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” I told her as I flicked that tight little nub, my body tightening as she made that sound again. I lowered my mouth, circling the peak with my tongue, wanting to pummel my chest with my fists when she cried out and clenched the back of my neck, holding me to her breasts.
I suckled her deep and hard, reveling in all the delighted moans and gasps coming from her. I was in heaven as I moved my mouth to her other breast and felt the weight of the other in my hand, but I wanted to use my fingers for so much more.
Reaching up, I wrapped my hand around her wrist and brought her hand down, to her breast. I watched her eyes darken as I closed her fingers over it.
“Tanner,” she whispered, her cheeks heightened with color.
I wet my lips. “Look at you.” I closed my hand over hers, using her hand to knead her own breast. “I will never forget the way you look right now.”
She was breathing heavily as I moved her fingers, using them to toy with the tip. “What…what are you doing?” she asked.
“Living out a fantasy.” I watched the tip of her breast harden further and then I bent my head, flicking my tongue over it. “Don’t stop doing this. Promise.”
“I…”
My gaze flipped to hers. “Promise me.”
Her body trembled. “Promise.”
I brought my mouth back to hers, rumbling with approval when she kept her hand on her breast. Her touch was hesitant at first, but she didn’t stop as I slid my hand down her soft belly and then under the band of her jeans. It was nothing to slip under her panties, and when I felt the first brush of wetness gathering between her thighs, I almost fucking lost it.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I ordered a second before I slipped a finger through her softness. “God damn, don’t stop.”
Her breathing hitched. “I won’t if…if you don’t.”
“Nothing in this world could make me stop.”
And that was the damn truth. Nothing. Not a damn thing. I shifted my hand so my palm pressed down on that area that I knew drove her crazy. I feasted on her lips and tongue like a man starved, and I fucked her with my fingers. She was so tight and wet and perfect, there was a good chance I was going to spill without even getting my pants off.
I don’t even think I’d care if I did.
When I eased another finger into her, the movements at her breast picked up, and I lifted up, looking down. “Holy fuck,” I grunted. This was a dream. Had to be.
My fingers pumped in and out of her, and I felt her start to shake, and I wanted to taste her cry when she came. I moved my mouth over hers as her hips rose, matching the thrust of my fingers. The rise and fall became frenzied as she tightened around my fingers. The first spasm I felt around my fingers had me grinding against her thigh. Her hips were coming clear off the bed and her body began to shake. I shoved a leg between hers, my hips riding her, mimicking her movements.